Sanguis Draconis

by DZ2

Albus Dumbledore wanted a meek pawn willing to die for the Greater Good. The rest of the world wanted a hero willing to save them from darkness. What they got was the exact opposite and then some. VERY Dark/Evil OP Harry/Harem

2. It Begins

Sanguis Draconis

Disclaimer/Plot/Author's Note: SEE FIRST CHAPTER

Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to all the Darksiders who support my work: my recommended reads are Dark Lord Potter and Damaged Raven by JustBored21, Harry Potter: Lord of Darkness by AngelSlayer135, Controlling Darkness by Generatedname, The Rise of a Dark Lord by LittleMissXanda, The Dark Lord Peverell-Slytherin by Ares Peverell-Slytherin, A God Among Gods by DemonStalkingDragon, Oh Dumbledore, We're Just Getting Started by Tempest Novastorm, The Downward Spiral Saga by BolshevikMuppet99, Haemophilia (based on It's in the Blood by sakurademonalchemist), On the Delights of Drinking Blood and Yield to the Darkness by Quatermass, Lord Thanatos by Scarlette-Moon-Howl, Dracula Rising by ZenoNoKyuubi and The Rise Of Darkness by Lord Peverell-Potter-Black

Key Pairing: Harry/Harem

Other Pairings: To be determined

Normal Speech

'Thoughts'

'Mental Speech'

/Parseltongue/

Review Answers:

WhiteElfElder: Keep reading to find out

Sack of forkin potatos: And people wonder why I had a bit of an aversion to harem fics: because, when people realise it's a harem, we get reviews like this, saying which ones and who should be in it; well, in that case, keep reading to find out

Alphaprince0: No, maybe and definitely not

Chaos Snow Kitsune: And his first choice is our favourite Metamorph, my friend: can it get any better? Well, they are on the side of real Darkness, so…maybe it can

"Harry?"

"Nymphadora?"

Merlin's balls, hearing her name from him felt good…even though she knew it shouldn't, especially with him only being a first-year.

With breathless gasps and an air of fear, as well as natural curiosity, Tonks asked her question, "Are…you…"

"Yes?"

Drawing out every fibre of her courage, Tonks went with it.

"Are you a vampire?"

For a moment, silence filled the compartment before, to Tonks' alarm, Harry smiled, licking his lips again as he answered her.

"Yes."

Chapter 2: It Begins

To Tonks' surprise, she found Harrison's prediction about them remaining undisturbed was spot-on.

Several times, people came to their compartment and tried opening the doors, some of them more than once or with more desperation and annoyance in their actions than others, only to find their efforts left in vain. In this manner, both Harry and Tonks remained alone, just the two of them left there to enjoy the ride in fairly-peaceful silence.

Draconis

In Tonks' case, however, her silence was punctuated by the small voice that constantly whispered worrying, dread-inducing thoughts into her ear.

'Harry Potter…Peverell…is a VAMPIRE!'

'He fed on you…in exchange for a gift.'

'You don't mind? How can you not mind?'

'How is it nobody notices the Boy-Who-Lived is a vampire?'

'Why does he call himself Harrison Peverell instead of Potter?'

'Why does that name sound so familiar?'

'He's looking at you; probably sizing you up for dessert…damn it, you stupid girl; SAY something to stop him.'

Draconis

"Nymphadora."

Suddenly, Tonks was thrown off of her train of thought without so much as a word of warning when Harry's cool tone broke through her thoughts, forcing her to look over to him as she gulped hard, "Yes, Harry?"

"I want to apologise," said Harry, earning a surprised look from Tonks as she watched while the young vampire drew himself to his full height, buttoning up his open shirt before he looked to her as he explained, "I realise now that I should have waited and asked for your permission to drink your blood and sate my hunger. However, given what I gave you in return, I thought I had the right to go ahead and take my payment for this gift."

"Payment?" asked Tonks.

"First law of magic," said Harry, earning a surprised look from Tonks as he told her, "It always has a price and, in return for the gift I gave you, the price was the strength and energy I spent in performing my task. And so, regrettably, I was left a little hungry and you were there, unconscious and, admittedly, I did consider waiting until you were awake, but I could not risk you revealing my secret."

"What does that mean?" asked Tonks, rubbing the mark on her neck while she swallowed hard as she asked, "If…if you haven't turned me, what have you done to me?"

"What you think I have done, but, at the same time, not," said Harry, his crypticism and his mysterious way of speaking unnerving Tonks, even as the young vampire continued, "What I mean is, by drinking your blood, I have tasted you and, in our world, all we need is just one drop of blood to form what you might call a bond with those we drink from. Thanks to this bond, I can use my power to both strengthen and protect you and yours, if I so wished. However, by drinking from you, I have also ensured you can never betray me, or make any efforts to say or do anything I do not wish you to because, the moment you do, your fate will be mine to decide."

"So I'm…what? Your pet? Your slave?"

"More…my vassal," said Harry, as though it was the most-obvious thing in the world, his eyes now looking into hers with a calm sense of normalcy as he explained, "However, in case you're wondering, which I know you are, so I'll indulge that curiosity; your thoughts scream for you to say something and speak out against me, but, thanks to our bond, I have ensured you cannot and, trust me, if you wanted to, I would know."

"But you just said…"

"I said your thoughts want you to say something," argued Harry, leaning forwards as he explained, "And your mind is your own, Nymphadora; even I would not take that from those I bite, but there are those who delight in doing so. If I wished, I could have made you mine right down to the bare bones of your willpower, making you nothing more than, as you said, my devoted slave. However, because you did not yet know my secret, and because of the gift I gave to you, I let you keep your free will, as well as your right to think whatever you wish to think. However, if any other Legilimens were to read your thoughts and see them as I do, they would not see my secret, nor would your thoughts be able to reflect them back."

"So, you've…what? Cast an illusion over my mind?"

"Exactly," replied Harry, nodding once as he told Tonks, "And, if it's any consolation, I do apologise and mean every word of it when I say I regret not asking your permission. You see, I like you, Nymphadora and I have given you this gift because I like you; however, if it will put your mind at ease then, on my parents' graves, I give you my word of honour that I shall never again feed from you without your consent."

To Tonks' surprise, Harry's word of honour actually seemed to be laced with a magical ripple that left her blood rushing, as well as her mind buzzing at the awareness of how she could tell he was telling the truth.

As for Harry, he just cleared his throat as he added, "However, I do not do this for everyone, Nymphadora: I am, after all, a Creature of Mystical Darkness with a hunger for the blood of humans, both wizard and non-magical alike and, whether with consent or not, I will sate my hunger however I must. So, if you expect me to ask everyone for consent to feed, you should lose that expectation right now."

Hearing how dominant, confident and, dare she think it, lordly he sounded with his will and request-slash-demand-slash-order of her, Tonks' face burned red as she looked to the reflection in the glass.

As soon as she did so, however, her eyes widened when the Knut dropped as to what the gift he had given her entailed.

Namely the fact that she was blushing redder than Gryffindor colours…

And yet her face – hair, eyes and all – looked as normal as ever, namely because of the brown hair, dark eyes and smooth appearance she wore.

As she cupped her cheek in shock, Tonks gulped hard as she asked, "You…you made…you settled my…my Metamorphmagus power?"

"Correct," replied Harry, his own eyes now on the window as the train rolled past the countryside and closer to Hogwarts. "Your gift, and it is a gift, Nymphadora; your gift is now yours to control whenever you wish; even instinct and emotional changes will not force you to look like something you do not wish to look like."

"Harry…I don't…I don't know…"

"You don't have to say anything," said Harry, earning a surprised look from Tonks as she looked back to him, noticing how his face and his attention stayed focused on the view from the window. "Like I said, Nymphadora, I like you and, if you wish to repay me in any other way that does not involve me feeding on you, you can simply let me continue to call you Nymphadora."

Before she could stop herself, Tonks nodded firmly as she told him, "Of course you can, Harry…I just…I never thought this…it could be done so easily, so quickly and so…so finally."

"Well, it wasn't that easy; like I said," replied Harry, licking his lips in a manner that revealed his teeth to her.

This also revealed the pointed canines that he had clearly used to drink from her, even as he went on, "The attempt left me hungry and, given the fact I'd already fed earlier this morning and was fit to burst, I hope you understand now exactly how much I regret needing to do what I did."

"I do," whispered Tonks.

Draconis

As she did so, however, she felt the arguing, pleading thoughts from before trying to breach her sense of right and wrong.

'Damn it, Nymphadora, what in Merlin's name is…'

Before the thoughts could dominate her further, however, Tonks let her newly-formed bond with the vampire who'd given her something she never would have believed she would find so soon seal those thoughts away, her mind now focused on one solitary thought.

'I can never thank him enough, so if my blood is how I thank him, then all he has to do is ask and every scarlet drop will be his to feed on.'

Draconis

When the announcement came for the students to make their final preparations to arrive at Hogwarts, Tonks was a little surprised to see Harry change into his robes much quicker than she thought he might do.

Her surprise only grew when she also watched him hold out a hand before he turned the handle on the door of their compartment, which opened, as though bidden, earning a shocked look from Tonks as she wondered how he might have made it look so easy to do, despite the attempts made by many others throughout the journey.

As she followed him out, just as the train slowed to a halt as they reached their destination, Tonks gulped hard before, as they stepped off the train, she looked into those enchanting green eyes of his as she asked, "Um…Harry?"

"I know," said Harry, walking past Tonks before, to her shock, he held up a hand and petted at something she had never even noticed was there the year before, but now, through some unknown means, she could see them as clear as day.

In front of the carriages that would take second-through-seventh-year students up to the school, there was not empty air as Tonks and many others had been led to believe; instead, each of the carriages was pulled by a dark, horse-like creature with a thin, skeletal form and black, leathery wings that were currently folded to the sides of the creature's body. Their fur – if it was fur as it looked just like skin – stuck to their skeletal frames while their faces could have been described as reptilian, if not draconian, in origin. Pale eyes stared at the young human – well, vampire, but only Tonks knew that – that petted one of the creature's muzzles before, turning to Tonks, he beckoned her over.

"It's all right, she won't bite."

Moving towards the carriage, Tonks held up a shaky hand before she petted the draconian-esque head of the creature, which snorted in response, even as Tonks gulped before she asked, "What…what are they?"

"Thestrals," said Harry, lowering his hand while he actually smiled at the strange creature, as though appreciating it, before he went on, "They're incredible creatures that are tame, but also rather territorial and protective of their own. Unfortunately, their dark origins and the fact that they can only be seen by those who've witnessed death, or through specially-enchanted means, makes them something that your Ministry of Magic stupidly calls a Dark Creature and has them very high up on the Dangerous Beasts Scale."

"So…how can I see them?"

"Because I'm letting you," replied Harry, turning away from Tonks and the Thestral as he told her, "I told you, Tonks: my bond can be a good one if you remain a friend to me. This is just one of the perks…oh, and before you ask, I've always been able to see them and, no, it's not because of how I saw my Mother being murdered by Lord Voldemort."

When Tonks flinched violently, Harry sighed softly before he added, "We'll discuss that later; for now, I think I should hurry and catch up with the rest of the first-years. See you soon."

When Harry was gone, however, Tonks felt her body go cold, even as she climbed into the carriage to take her journey up to Hogwarts.

With Harry no longer there, she felt…lost…alone…like the old Nymphadora Tonks all over again.

As she curled her knees to her chest, Tonks silently prayed for her master to return to her soon enough.

Draconis

However, it would be some time before she realised she started thinking of the boy who'd given her so much as her master.

And yet, even then, she wouldn't care.

Draconis

By the time Harry caught up with the rest of the first-years, all of whom had been made to follow behind a large giant of a man with a lantern and a very loud voice, he was already amused, as well as curious, about this latest discovery of what sort of things he would find at Hogwarts.

Of all the things he'd expected to see at the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world, a herd of Death-witnessing Thestrals whom acted as the bearers of carriages like something out of Stoker's fable was definitely not among the top things on that list. He was also surprised to note how nobody else noticed them – having noted the weirded-out, curious and even derogatory looks him and Tonks had received when they were stroking the Thestrals, not that Harry cared; anyone who gave him such a look was just putting themselves on his menu – and yet the Thestrals were more than just tame.

They were bound, beaten-down and basically left as nothing more than broken horses instead of the truly-beautiful creatures they were supposed to be, especially when they had their wings flared and their beauty on display for all the world to see.

'Maybe I should liberate that beauty,' thought Harry, just as the first-years reached a large lake, on the other side of which, he could see Hogwarts in the distance. Rather than take a moment to enjoy the scenery, however, Harry made his way to the nearest boat, where he sat down and, rather than look ahead, he let his eyes look up towards the slowly-darkening skies. 'Hmm, looks like rain tonight…and no moon either; talk about a very unimpressive weather forecast for a day that's so special for these humans.'

"Oi! Budge up, would you?"

'And now we meet the tactless twits who claim to be the cream of the crop,' thought Harry, hiding his scowl, and the urge to flash his fangs and rip the throats out of his rude companion, as he sidled along the boat to allow his newcomers to join him.

There were three of them, which meant their boat was now at maximum capacity; a dark-blonde-haired girl with fair skin and wide eyes, as well as a brunette with a real stick-up-her-own-ass and an air of wonder, curiosity and mystery that seemed forever-present in her brown eyes. Finally, there was a redhead with a dopey, lights-are-on-but-nobody's-home air about him, not to mention robes that looked like they'd been through the wars and a large, clearly-noticeable smudge of dirt on his nose.

"Thanks," said the blonde, earning a curt nod from Harry as she cleared her throat before she added, "Sorry about him; we…we almost didn't make it because people kept shoving us out of the way. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself: I'm Sally-Anne Perks."

"A pleasure," said Harry, ignoring the looks on the other two faces as he added, "My name is Harrison Peverell."

"Peverell?" asked Miss Perks, earning a nod from Harry before, to his surprise, the girl looked at him as though she was seeing a ghost, even as she told him, "I…I know that name, but…but I thought…"

"Do you know Twain, Miss Perks?"

"Yes," said Sally-Anne, earning a faint smile from Harry as he cleared his throat before he went on.

"Then I'm sure you'll know what I mean when I say rumours of my family's ephemeral state are greatly exaggerated," chuckled the young vampire, earning a dumbfounded look from Sally-Anne before she smiled, nodding once as Harry continued, "Anyway, I'm sure I'm not the only one who has reclaimed an old name and seeks to make it his own, so, on that note, let's see what sort of way I do that, shall we?"

While the dark-blonde-haired girl could only shrug in response, Harry looked to his other companions when the brunette with him and Sally-Anne spoke up, "Excuse me, but would you mind explaining that? Also, it's a bit rude to introduce yourself to one person and not anyone else who is a new face."

"Unless those faces just aren't worth the oxygen it would cost me to do said introductions," argued Harry before, deciding he'd already had enough of this brunette, the dark-eyed scion smirked wolfishly as he added, "Anyway, you don't need to introduce yourself to me, Miss Hermione Jean Granger; I'm sure you and Mr Ronald Bilius Weasley would stick out like the sorest of sore thumbs in any crowd."

While the redhead looked stunned and a little annoyed at Harry's none-too-flattering jibe, the brunette's eyes widened with alarm and disbelief as she asked in a breathless tone, "How…how did you know my name? I…I've never even met you."

"Um…well…it's stitched into your robes," drawled Harry, though not before he laughed when Hermione Granger actually went to look, even as Harry added, "Bless your Mum."

"Hey! Stop rocking the boat, Granger!" insisted Weasley, earning a raised eyebrow from Harry; not just because the boat wasn't even rocking, but gently bobbing along the surface of the lake, but also because, when the boy went to move to stop the girl's stupid ministrations, Harry thought he caught a whiff of blood on the autumn breeze.

Of course, given the fact they were getting close to a school, the smell of blood wasn't anything new to Harry.

But, in this case, the blood he could smell was not coming from Weasley, Granger or Sally-Anne; it wasn't even coming from the nearest of the boats to sail alongside theirs.

Instead, this smell of blood was coming from Ronald's pocket!

And, despite the size of whatever was in that pocket, there was no denying the human scent that clung to whatever was causing it.

While Weasley actually grabbed Granger in a bid to stop her rocking the boat, Harry made his move: by the time the boat had safely passed under a particularly-rocky cliff and into the harbour where they would disembark, the young vampire grabbed the blood-scented source from Ronald's pocket, using his own power to apply a mild sleeping state to the creature as he stuffed it into his own pocket.

He could investigate its origins later.

For now, he had to get out of this boat before he wound up having the ignorant redhead for a main course and this bossy brunette for dessert.

Draconis

"The Sorting Ceremony shall begin shortly. Please use this time to tidy yourselves up a bit."

As Professor McGonagall left the first-years to wait for her return, Harry drew in a slow, calm breath while he leaned against his cane in a calm, but contemplative look; while everyone else around him started whispering among themselves, Harry closed his eyes, letting his powers centre themselves while he also worked to control the urges he had.

Namely the urge to sink his fangs into these humans and drain them dry; after all, he could hear and sense no less than five different minds and their owners discussing and thinking about him, and he didn't mean the proud lord he was either. He could also sense the eyes of Granger and Weasley glaring at him, almost as though they'd finally realised he was mind-fucking them when he'd taken the mickey out of Granger, but, then again, what else did they expect?

Get involved in a superior being's business…put yourself in his crosshairs.

As Harry waited with the rest of the first-years, his eyes narrowed as he heard a particularly stuffy male voice speak in a low, drawling tone of voice, which seemed to be inaudible…to everyone, except the supernaturally-enhanced ears of the boy known as Harrison Peverell.

"Look at them all: so pathetic, insignificant, naive and ignorant. Urgh, I mean, I can actually smell Mudblood on them and, Merlin's beard, is that another blood traitor Weasley? Isn't five enough for that banshee whore and her Muggle-loving traitor? And look: there's the new Director's niece. She's someone I should probably watch for Father's sake; she's not on his side and constantly challenges my Father…hmm…strange; I can't see Harry Potter. Of course, I knew it was all a lie, but…hey, who's that?"

Hiding a knowing smirk as he heard the boy's voice aim its question at him, Harry opened his eyes just in time to see a platinum-blonde-haired boy with steely-grey eyes walk over to him, flanked by two thickset individuals who looked like they were more meat than man. Both of them also had such narrow, pathetically-strong and inferior minds that it was nothing short of miraculous that the two of them could even walk, breathe and grunt at the same time.

Still, even insects had their uses.

As for the blonde, Harry drew himself to his full height before, deciding to play the same game on this arrogant human that he had on the last two, he asked, "Something I can help you with, Mr Malfoy?"

"You know who I am?" asked the blonde, whom Harry knew was named Draco Malfoy.

But that wasn't all he knew about the brat, and, just think, it was all thanks to those two picture-books-for-brains standing on either side of him.

Dear Darkness, hadn't these humans even heard of Occlumency?

"Yes," drawled Harry, linking both hands over the top of his cane as he explained, "You are Draco Alexander Malfoy, firstborn and only Son and Heir of Lucius Abraxas Malfoy and Narcissa Vesta Malfoy nee Black. You're also the nephew of Bellatrix Lacerta Lestrange nee Black and Andromeda Cassiopeia Tonks nee Black."

"Don't even mention that blood traitor!" spat Draco, earning a smirk from Harry.

"I wasn't; I was mentioning the young Mistress Tonks."

"What?"

"Well, forgive me, but I think you and I have a different definition of the words blood traitor, Mr Malfoy," argued Harry, his smirk now a full-blown wolfish smile as he explained, "According to your inferior, low-born, no-status minds, the words blood traitor is aimed at anyone who doesn't bend over and kiss Lucius Malfoy's pointy-toed shoes."

"How dare you!"

"How? Because I'm daring," replied Harry, stepping forwards so that he was actually seen as towering over Draco, dwarfing the blonde by almost a whole foot, as he smiled viciously before he went on. "However, in case your pathetic, narrow-minded xenophobia forbids you from realising it, little newt boy, there is a true definition of blood traitor and it is as follows…"

While Draco turned a new shade of red at the insults, Harry drew himself to his full height before he cleared his throat as he explained, "A blood traitor is the true mantle worn by anyone stupid enough to break Blood Pacts or defy their liege-lord sworn to the service via fealty, pacts of unity or, though the consequence is worse, Unbreakable Vows. Furthermore, to be branded a blood traitor is basically a death sentence as any and all claims of blood treachery make one persona non grata in the magical world and, in many parts of the world, blood traitors even have Kill or Kiss On Sight Orders, Bounties and Head-hunter Contracts aimed at them."

Even those around the two boys looked in awe of Harry's explanation, though the young vampire wasn't done, "Personally, if you think someone's a blood traitor just because they refuse to allow your Father to crack the whip and bribe, blackmail and threaten them into submission, you're not only pathetic, Draco, but you're also as inferior as…well, as a Squib or a House Elf!"

"Flipendo!"

As the Knockback Jinx flew from Draco's wand, however, Harry intercepted it when, to the alarm of many students, he simply held up his cane and used the dragon-shaped head ornament to absorb the spell, causing his cane to glow as it assimilated the spell's power.

Harry, meanwhile, pretended to brush dust off of his dragon's head before he asked, "So, is that the best you can do, Not-a-Dragon Malfoy?"

"Crabbe! Goyle! Take…"

Before Draco could finish, however, Harry made his move again, leaping up over the heads of the large boys before, without much effort at all on his part, he incapacitated the boys, leaving them quivering lumps on the ground while Harry stamped the butt of his cane down barely inches from Draco's feet.

"These two are your bodyguards, Malfoy? I'd have a bigger challenge taking on a Muggle."

"Why I…"

"WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON OUT HERE?" Demanded Professor McGonagall, her return more than evident from the sudden cry she gave, even as she saw Harry, Draco and the downed boys, the lesser of whom drew himself to his full height as he turned to face her.

"Mr Malfoy set his friends on me, Professor; I did what was necessary to defend myself and, personally, you should be thankful I didn't just kill them and rid myself of an annoyance or three!"

Now the crowd of first-years backed away in fear, even Draco, who suddenly went whiter than his hair as Harry bent down before, placing his fingers against the necks – or what was left of them – of Crabbe and Goyle, he caused them to leap up, both of them somewhere between alarmed and just-plain terrified of the emerald-eyed scion.

Harry, meanwhile, looked back to Draco before he told him, "You were supposed to be named for the sign of the Dragon, Malfoy…"

To McGonagall's horror, Harry then swung his cane, dragon's-head-first, right into Draco's chest, winding the blonde while Harry reached out with his free hand, clutching the back of Draco's throat in a dominant, demanding and predatory gesture, even as he hissed at the downed brat.

"Say hello to the real thing!"

"Let him go!" commanded McGonagall, though not before she gasped when Harry obeyed, releasing Draco without a second thought before, rubbing his hand on his robe, he looked back to McGonagall.

"Quite right, Professor; no sense wasting perfectly-good magic on something as trivial as this insect's squashing…the Sorting awaits."

Draconis

"Harry Potter?"

For a brief moment, whispers and curious looks filled the Great Hall when Harry's original name was called out.

However, when the bloodthirsty vampire made his way to the stool, every first-year held their breaths, while even Minerva looked beyond terrified, outraged and more than a little disbelieving as she saw him sit down beneath the Sorting Hat.

Given what had happened outside, as well as the fact that this spirit was clearly a dark soul that the likes of Igor Karkaroff and the Durmstrang Masters would have killed to have in their school, she never would have thought that this soul was the same innocent, carefree and orphaned little boy who'd been left on that Muggle doorstep nearly ten years ago.

However, as McGonagall went to drop the hat on top of Harry's head, she gasped in horror, as did the rest of the Great Hall when the Sorting Hat opened its rim and unleashed a bone-chilling, nerve-jarring, mind-numbing and courage-obliterating scream of absolute terror before, to the alarm of both the staff and the students, the Sorting Hat suddenly burst into flames.

As the ashes fell down around the stool, several older students began whispering among themselves while, from somewhere among the chaos and the horror of the moment, a lone voice piped up.

"So…does this mean I should make my own mind up?"

As Professor McGonagall went to respond, Harry cut her off as he rose from his seat before, trudging through the burned ashes of the Sorting Hat as though they were nothing more than dust specks at his feet, he left the stool and the alarmed Deputy Headmistress behind.

Seconds later, gasps of horror and even bewilderment rose up when Harry James Potter, Saviour of the Wizarding World and Hero of the Masses willingly, comfortably and proudly took his seat…

At the HUFFLEPUFF Table!

An intense second chapter and, yikes, talk about a dark omen for one and all, but what could have been so destructive about Harry's Sorting that even the old hat chose death over sorting him?

Also, with the young vampire making his choice, what will become of him as he spends time around freaks, weaklings, insects and blood bags just begging to have their throats ripped out?

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: Some have questions and one delusional bigot has the obvious answer...or does he?

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AN: Portrayal

Sally-Anne Perks: Alexa Vega

AN2: Harem

Also, to those who have their opinions on who should be in the harem;

PLEASE STOP ASKING/SUGGESTING!

Who I put in it is up to me and, as it happens, I've got a pretty good idea for who and when anyway, so PLEASE stop leaving suggestions, questions and ideas in reviews and PMs because I'll just ignore you.

Anyway, you have been warned!